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trashburgersblair · 9 months

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I desperately want to make art for some of the more underground fiction podcasts I listen to.

The problem is, I'm learning I don't have much of an imagination of what characters look like, and I normally feed off of others art and collect a whole buncha traits and smush them together to make my own design.

This is a problem for podcasts who have no fanart.

But hey, fuck it, I might mess it up but I'll try anyway.

#This means expect some inkwyrm art soon!#I think I might also try some for desert skies and jar of rebuke eventually #All of the ones I've named so far have at least one price for me to draw from #I also want to try something for the nuclear solution and under pressure #I don't think I have anything to draw from for those tho #fiction podcasts #audio drama #audio fiction #art problems

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thebibliosphere · 1 year

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Something I've been recommending a lot to my fellow MCAS + POTS-sufferers at the moment, has been investing in a soup blender.

Apart from beta blockers, the primary treatment for POTS is increasing salt and water. A really good way of combining both and upping your nutritional value is by drinking things like bone broth or veggie stock.

But if you're like me with a ton of allergies (so you can't buy anything premade🙃) and bone broth raises your histamine, then you're left with the energy sapping task of making your own.

And I don't know about any of you, but when my nervous system is throwing a wobbler, the last thing I am capable of doing is standing up for long periods at a time over a hot stove.

Some people get around this by using a slow cooker, which is great if you can. I personally can't because slow cooking raises the histamine content of food (especially meat) and also, the clue is in the name, it's a slow cooker and sometimes my POTSie, ADHD butt needs food now-ish or as soon as possible and not 8 hours later. Instapots can be good, but they take up a lot of counter space and also I don't know if you've ever tried to release a pressure cooker valve when you can barely stand, but I genuinely think that's the closest I've come to dying and I've experienced both megaloblastic and hemalytic anemia.

Which is why we got a soup blender. They take up less space, are generally easier to clean, and also easier for me, at least, to use. All you need to do is roughly chop your ingredients up, dump them in the jug, add seasoning, fill the jug with water, hit the soup function and then sit your ass down for the next 20 minutes while this magical fucking thing both cooks and blends you some liquidy goodness.

I will say, don't invest in the instapot one. It's not worth the price point, and the motor burned out on mine after about six months. It was also a pain in the ass to clean. (The self clean was more of a "swish water around for 30 seconds" function and I can't tell you how many times I hurt myself trying to get gunk off the bottom.)

The one I currently have is a Ninja HB152 Foodi Heat-iQ Blender, which was a little more expensive, but in my opinion, far superior and better made. It's faster, makes either chunky or smooth soup, really good consistency dips, ice cream and smoothies. I've also used it to make alternative milks like oat milk and it didn't jam the blades.

It also has a great cleaning system that actually takes a full 6 minutes to run and really gets any residue off the base, and it also alerts you to things like the jug or lid not being secure, which is great when I'm brain-fogged and try to blend things without the lid on.

Anyway, this post brought to you not by Ninja but by @mothman-etd making me some leek and potato soup laden with enough salt to make this POTS episode manageable.

Just throwing the info out there. Hope it helps someone.

#chronic health tag #POTS #spoonie hacks #not sponsored #gif warning

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ghouljams · 10 months

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You mentioned once that Price's demon darling is also named Price and that has had me thinking for like days now. How would her powers work compared to the other demon darlings we've seen? I've been like binge reading all of your series and they are all so good.

Price's demon is fun, because I don't know how he got them. He might have summoned them like Soap did, he might have earned them like Ghost/König, I don't know. But what Price needed in a demon was an interrogator, a negotiator, something that could get the information he needed no matter the price. That's who he got, and he's managed to keep a lid on their existence for as long as he's had them. Mostly because he doesn't want the jokes about the demon sharing his name.

Price's demon's name is subject to change because it's a little confusing to tag.

Sometimes to be the good guy, you have to be the bad guy. Price knows this better than anyone. He knows that the rules of engagement only matter if you get caught, and that war crimes are a dime a dozen where people aren't looking. He knows he's never going to see the pearly gates or come face to face with an angel, he's made his peace with it. At the end of the day the only person he has to be alright with is himself.

And you, of course, but that's a separate issue.

He stands now, in front of what anyone would consider a waste of space. It's a tidy operation, as far as trafficking goes, but the people operating it only ever seem to come in one make and model. Slimey.

The man duct taped to the chair spits on Price's boots, swears at him, doesn't seem to be the least bit cooperative. "Sweetheart," Price calls to the room at large. He knows your here somewhere.

"You know that's not my name," You tell him stepping out of the jagged shadows. You're used to this song and dance by now, done it enough times.

"Then stop responding to it," he tells you with just a hint of fondness in his eyes.

"Maybe I will," you grab the trafficker by the back of his head and force it back, "maybe I'll go to the brass and report you for harassing me."

"Empty threats get us nowhere," Price smiles, watching as you push one of your thumbs against the corner of the man's eye. He flinches and jerks away from you, or tries to. Your grip on him is unyielding. He screams when you pop his eye free from the socket, and sever the nerves with one of your nails.

"Let's see what you've been up to," you mumble, standing and tossing the eye into your mouth. It pops like jelly under the sharp points of your teeth, and you pick through the visual data for what you need. Codes, passwords, people he saw, documents signed, maps and transportation logs. You're careful to carve your findings into the man's chest so you don't forget. Dragging your nail through his skin, writing with blood and flesh. Price hands you his phone and you take a picture to send to Laswell.

"Eardrums next," Price tells you.

"No, please, I can talk, I'll tell you what you want to know." The man begs. You twist his head to the side and lengthen your nails.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but your participation isn't really necessary," You dig your nails into his ear canal like needle nose pliers. Maybe you should've eaten his voicebox first, see what he's been saying, it would've made this process a lot quieter.

When you're finished the man is full if holes and you're full of intel. Price hands you a towel to wipe your hands off, and scrub the blood from your lips. He catches you when you turn away from the body, takes the towel to get a last streak of blood off your cheek.

"Good work Price," he hums, you grin.

"Thank you Captain." He says your name so rarely, you try to enjoy it when he does. You hook your fingers in his tac vest to pull him closer. His eyes dart to your lips, but when you lean in to kiss him he leans back.

"We're still working sweetheart," his fingers stroke your cheek to keep you from pouting.

"Later then?" You ask.

"After you've brushed your teeth," he agrees. You gasp in mock offense, and he smiles. You have a long day ahead of you.

#demon!darlings au #john price mw2 #john price x reader #captain john price #john price x oc #x oc #oc: Price #its so weird writing Price and Price lol #demon price only gets nicknames because it makes Price feel like hes married to say her name #tw gore #tw eye horror #tw torture

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atwas-meme-ing · 8 months

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HEY ALL!!! If you haven't heard, Unity is gonna start charging devs 20 cents per download. Not per sale, but PER DOWNLOAD. This applies to not only big-name games like Hollow Knight and Ori, but also smaller projects that might be free. This includes mobile games made with Unity, Undertale fan games like Undertale Yellow and Deltatraveler, and also, get this: Murder of Sonic! It was made in Unity, and so far, it's still free, but Sega's gonna hafta start charging for it sooner or later- IF they don't decide to take it down completely.

So, on this note, I have 2 things to say:

Get your favorite games NOW. Some devs, like Team Cherry, are talking about "taking their games down" (so much for Silksong- thanks A LOT, Unity!!!). I don't know if that means you'll still be able to play these games- like on Steam, for instance- if you already have them downloaded.

Please, please, PLEASE, support those games that are made with Unity. 20 cents adds up when there's a million downloads, and if it's like a mobile game, where people don't necessarily have to pay for it, that's going to COST the devs money- a LOT of money. I know we all hate the paywalls and "pay-to-win" schemes in mobile games, but let's be real- crap like this Unity thing are the whole reason those paywalls exist! These devs aren't doing this for free, they're trying to make a living! Even if you only spend $1, only 1 time, that is STILL going to be an 80 cent profit over the new Unity costs, and maybe, just maybe, give some game devs enough incentive to keep the game around.

I know Unity has a bad rep because it's easy to use and allows devs to release games that control poorly because you don't have to be good at coding to do it (*cough* Guardian of Lore *cough*). That's why I haven't used Unity, despite having several game ideas in my head, because I don't know how to code (yet), and I didn't want to release a game like that- and now I never will use Unity. But games like all the ones I've mentioned are proof that Unity CAN be used for good games, in the right hands. So please, if you love a game made with Unity, please support it, so the game doesn't go away. Don't send the devs into bankruptcy just because Unity is a money-grubbing so-and-so.

(Oh, I should also mention, for browser-based games, apparently this "per download" thing also includes "per BROWSER REFRESH". So, yeah, please don't blame the devs, support the devs and blame Unity.)

EDIT: It's not quite as bad as I'd thought. I knew Unity had a threshold, but I thought it was an either/or thing- either a certain number of downloads, or a certain amount of money made from a game. And, it's not, it's both.

So free games (like Murder of Sonic) apparently won't be affected.

Here's their pricing schedule once the threshold is met:

It still adds up for the smaller projects, with Unity taking all or most of the revenue from smaller games.

And one thing that's still bothering me: the install threshold is "life to date" and Unity is charging per install over the threshold. So, if a game's been around for years and had a million downloads and has made 200,000 dollars in the last year, they're gonna end up paying that 200,000 all at once.

At least, that's what I'm reading.

So, ok, I was wrong. Free projects won't be affected. But this is still awful, especially when it's first starting out.

EDIT 2 (2023-09-23): They've lessened the fees:

youtube

I'm still not using them. They never had a good reputation- I mean, there's good Unity games, but there's also a lot of bad ones because people can just release games with Unity with no coding experience. I want to make games someday, but I want them to be a good quality, so I'm waiting until I can actually figure out C++ (heck, I'm still wading through HTML, I'm nowhere near real programming languages). As long as I have to learn coding to make something good, I might as well find an engine that I can trust. I hear a lot about Godot. I also think I'll want to look at Monogame, because Monogame was used to make Axiom Verge and Celeste, and it's apparently based on the defunct XNA that was used to make Stardew Valley. Or I'll find something else. But not Unity. I just don't trust them.

#unity #unity engine #unity3d #game design #game development #indie game development #murder of sonic the hedgehog #hollow knight #ori #undertale fan games #deltatraveler #undertale yellow #Youtube

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misteria247 · 8 months

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So a little bit of the Muppets concept for Welcome Home that I've come up with so far. Please bare with me as I can't actually write, write anything for this little au but I can ramble so hopefully it'll make sense-

The reader (you) are a tired, struggling adult just trying to get by in life. You've kinda forgotten about how wonderful the world can be, because of all the responsibilities and such that comes with growing up. You just live a mundane existence, go to work and just exist. And you're content somewhat, though not really.

You ended up getting the puppets from a local town auction house. The person who'd owned the home previously had passed away, leaving behind their precious treasures. Since they didn't have anyone in their will to inherit their prized possessions, the town council had decided to do any auction house to get rid of everything within it. You don't know exactly why you'd decided to stop by. Perhaps it was to try and change up your routine, or perhaps fate had a hand in it. Whatever it was you soon find yourself inside the vast, old red home surrounded by other potential buyers and looking through all the knickknacks that were being sold off.

You stumble over all sorts of things, from old records to folders full of drawings and designs. Old musty costumes and a lot of older merchandise that came from the 70s. You noticed that a lot of said merchandise was apart of one of those older shows, like the Muppets and Sesame Street, called Welcome Home. An old 70s children's show that had ended up being canceled due to the loss of funding and such before its existence faded into obscurity. It's while you're looking around that you caught sight of a puppet off to the side. That puppet would be Wally.

You go over and look at him and find seven other puppets, all of them in somewhat mint condition, save for a few rips and tears that you can easily fix. You don't know why these puppets of all colors and sizes caught your attention, but you did know this. You wanted to take them home with you. You'd hunted down the auctioneer who was holding the event and asked him for prices and such like their names. Unfortunately you didn't have enough money for all of them but the auctioneer decided to give you an offer, stating that if no one else showed any interest in the puppets by the end of the auction, he'd give them to you for the price you tried to offer.

Two weeks later you get a call, and soon you're bringing them to your home. Once they're settled in you're a bit reluctant about the situation, seeing how some of the puppets are bigger than you. However seeing them in their somewhat saddened states made your reluctance disappear. If anything these puppets would at least give you a project to do to spice up your normal, mundane routine. And so that's how it started. Every time you had spare time, you'd get out your sewing kit and begin to repair the rips and tears in the old soft felt puppets. You had to visit the seamstress store to get some materials and had to order some too, using what spare money you put back to cover the costs of all of it. This was how you spent a lot of your time whenever you weren't working or doing other things.

However during all of this you'd also began to notice rather strange occurrences. You find that sometimes your things go missing, such as your house keys or parts of your uniform whenever you'd have to get ready for work. Things were being moved around, and even a bit of food had started to go missing. Not only that but the puppets you were fixing up and taking care of began to pop up in random places that you didn't put them before you'd left the house or room. Soon you find yourself wondering if perhaps a stranger was secretly living in your house, and it made you incredibly uneasy. However nothing could have prepared you for the actual reasons as to why all the strange things had been happening.

You'd been let out of work earlier than usual, your boss having no need for you to be there. And after getting a few things from the store you'd made your way home and took out the key to unlock it. Only to hear someone on the other side of the door talking. Going deathly silent, you slowly open your front door, glancing around for the source of the voice. Grabbing a nearby vase to defend yourself, you slowly made your way towards the direction of the voice, raising the vase to be ready only to come face to face with Barnaby B. Beagle.

Let's just say that you used that vase and by God did it do it's job. You also may have screamed and ended up making the other puppets come running which may have freaked you out a little bit more. Once they'd managed to calm you down from your panic attack and you began to question if you were finally losing your mind cuz puppets can't talk??? Much less walk and eat????? Yet here they were, doing exactly that and watching you with borderline concern. It was a very strange and awkward day for you after that. But little did you know that these puppets would become some of the most important people within your life.

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cliowo · 2 months

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In this essay, i will explain the reasons why sky children of the light has become an increasingly unwelcoming game to new players and veterans alike-

Yeah yeah i usually only share my words here but tumblr feels like a really comfy place for me to share unfiltered thoughts and i needed somewhere to vent ig (skip if you have no idea what I'm talking about)

When I first started playing in prophecy, sky was a really fun game. We didn't have the request for a guide function then and I'm actually really grateful for it because the joy was in exploring each of the different realms and season areas on my own and randomly stumbling across spirits whose stories were waiting for me to discover. Maybe it was because I was a dumb moth - i didn't even know how to access seasonal spirits trees - but the pressure to cr just wasn't as intense as it is for moths today. The back to back seasons and "days of" events seem to have sucked the fun of exploring the world of sky for moths because they're so focused on grinding for candles/hearts/event currency that they just dont slow to smell the in-game roses anymore. And the thing is I get it because there's just so many new cosmetics as well as older ones from past seasons and events to farm for.

I mean sure you don't have to collect every cosmetic but 1 cape costs like 70 candles on average, same for a pair of pants iirc, a prop/acessory at 40-70 candles (70 if its an instrument??) , and hair at around 40-50 candles; and the best part is you can only earn 20-21 candles max in 1 reset 🤡 Add all of that plus the need to look for event currency in fear of facing such prices in the event rerun and you get stressed out moths facing existential crises every 2 weeks when ts arrives😀 Sorry moths, the economy is bad irl and just as bad in sky.

And what of the veterans? Yeah, well, we get no friends as everyone starts to quit the game and those that stay live off copium revisiting the places we once visited with friends- Or maybe that's just me

New friends, you say? *cue flashback to moths begging for help with cr* we exchanged like maybe 5 sentences max at chat benches🥲 i have nothing against helping out but it does make it difficult to form a bond when they disappear right after and you fade into their constellation of ubers

And then we have the seasons.

... Honestly the only season that made an impression with me after aurora was the recently concluded season of the 9 coloured deer, which was also another collab season💀

I actually had to check the sky wiki for this:

Remembrance - ironically very forgettable. What was the story again? Was it the one with the group of spirits living in one specific hole in vault like why- vault is bigger than that sad hole- OH THE PLUSHIES okay maybe this one was passable... im trying okay

Passage - ??? Havent finished this season's quests so uh- so far it seems like... a cult..? In isle...?

Moments - if they wanted a camera in-game, they could have just added it to like the days of sunlight event (the camping one) or smtg. They did not have to force a season for a camera💀 imho the camera was the only thing worth mentioning abt this season and i don't even take pictures

Revival - i suppose aviary is pretty and it's nice that the spirits have somewhere to stay now. Not particularly impressed. Don't really remember the story in this one.

...i heard rumours of a furniture season after the 9 coloured deer. Looking forward to hearing what they'll name this one lmao

The quality of "days of" events is still acceptable to me. Just maybe ignore the numerous iaps and the fact that we have multiple umbrellas but only 1 is f2p (don't understand whats up w that btw)

And also the recurring bugs💀 I've been playing for at least 3 years and I've faced these bugs/problems multiple times:

1. Unable to light frends constellations because the screen just yeets itself into oblivion or some random environment feature where i cant press the button

2. Game crashes (after every update istg-)

3. Splitting servers

4. Sky discrimination and gate keeping, aka refusing to let me open the game

5. Being unable to collect currency/dailies (it's not my internet i checked)

The lack of compensation is another matter entirely

I don't know man I'm tired. The only reason why I still have it installed is because it's my only link to the people I used to have fun and relax with. Not everyone has discord or insta or some other social media.

If you made it this far thank you for coming to my ted talk. Feel free to leave your thoughts- just remember to be respectful

Tldr:

The sky economy is bad. For everyone. Moths (and maybe even vets) are stressed out and vets are losing friends. The seasons are increasingly dull and the long-lived bugs are frustrating.

#rant post #rant #sky #skycotl #sky children of the light #skyblr #might delete this later idk

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purgetrooperfox · 1 month

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15 Lines Game

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

I'm here from someone's open tags heehoo

passing on npts to @hamburgerslippers @totentnz @killerspinal @kiwikipedia @alwayskote @galacticgraffiti @certified-anakinfucker and anyone who wants to do it!!

“It's not like I frequent these events,” he mutters, feeling like a broken record. “I would appreciate the help though, thank you.”

“A great many things might seem unbecoming when their purpose is obscured, Master Tapal.”

"Peacekeeping has many faces. The diplomats and negotiators do work that I can hardly even imagine." [redacted context] "You're right, all the same. There's a certain naivete and unconscious bias in a lot of Knights. Lack of perspective about what it takes to survive."

“The artist who gave my father his markings was the one to give me mine," he continues, a touch wistful. "Going back home was strange. Seeing the ways it had changed and the ways it was still stuck was… hard.”

"You would be wise not to show your condescension so openly, Skywalker. If I can feel it, so can most beings on this planet. Need I remind you that ties with the Force run deep here?"

“Just Bastra is fine,” Vargdan sighs. The look he fixes on Kenobi is equal parts irritation and resignation. “You said it was urgent, so I didn't pit stop on Coruscant."

“Not the way you do, but my Master did.” His smile is sad, but free from the weight of grief. “He took them very literally, and if you know what they’re like, I imagine you can see how that would toy with one’s mind.”

“The Order is all I have. This is the only reason I ever got off Dathomir.”

“It's not safe to be out here alone,” he says without turning, forcing her to jog a few steps before matching his pace, “especially for unsubtle thieves.”

“Don't say that. Not now. You had your reasons, you had Sifo-Dyas, and I got that. Eventually. It doesn't matter anymore.”

“I know.” A silence, then an admission, “She's not as angry as I was, I don't think.”

"I mean, it's not like I know how to conduct an army. Bones is miles more qualified than I am, so I'll gladly defer to his judgment."

"This was kept from you for a reason. Some stories are best left buried."

"Obi-Wan was killed in action on Utapau," he repeats. "I know nothing more of it."

“I nearly did, after Sifo-Dyas died.” [redacted context] “I was on my own out there, after, no contact with the Temple to replace him. In all that– with that gang, the things I had to watch. The things I had to do. I was right at the edge.”

(nocte and des under there ⬇️)

“It’s not just the job.” Still, Nocte pulls off his gloves and dumps them in a bin. His expression settles into something hard to read. "You're one of us now, whether you're ready to act like it or not."

"I've put myself on the line enough at least one lifetime, but here we are."

"I don't pity you, MacTavish. I didn't come here to fight with you either."

"What was it you said? No room for morality in war?"

"Well," he grunts, "call it a lapse in judgment if it helps you sleep at night. Not like I'd take offense."

“It doesn’t matter, Soap. It’s just not my bloody name.”

"It's exhausting. The upper crust is exhausting. Aren't you exhausted?"

"Price is going to kill me and it'll be your fault. Me and Lee, both," he complains, though it rings hollow when he doesn't stop her.

"It'll grow back, probably faster than the higher ups would like."

"I don't care whose fault it is. Get your asses back here and fix it."

"Are you threatening to blackmail me, Captain? Because that's a two-way street after–"

He whistles, low and appreciative. "That is one big bastard."

"Quit trying to pick me apart, Lieutenant, I'm fine."

"We shouldn't," he forces himself to say. "We can't."

"How do you ever get anything done with your head that far up your ass?"

"You will mind your goddamn manners or you'll see a different 'doc. Do you understand?"

“You came in with a referral, made my life a little easier, so I'll give you a discount. I respect you, Viktor, you're good at what you do. Not to mention your days in the ring – I was such a fan.” His expression twitches toward something that might even be genuine. “How about this, I'll dig up this chrome for you and you'll owe me a favor.”

"I doubt Royce would've let me walk away from that. Heard he's got a new right hand."

"Hard to believe that's true," he said, laughing a little. "Reckon this is more memory than imagination."

“The crew called me Eyes, which was a gonk ass nickname. Stuck, though."

“I’ve known Hands for a long time, grew up in Pacifica. Don’t get me wrong, I heard about you on the street, but didn’t really pay it any mind until he started asking after you.”

"I think you answered your own question. It's a clinic, ain't it? I'm getting doctored."

"Fucking disgraceful is what it is. You build something, pour your blood sweat and tears into it, just for some upstart leadhead to run it into the ground."

“So I’ll talk to him, clear this up,” he says, even though it’s an uncomfortable prospect. “He probably respects me enough to halfway listen.”

"No. No one ever made me do anything. I lost a lot, but I won't lose that."

#leocs #bastra vargdan #clone medic nocte #but more like #atama 'nocte' te rangi #des 'eyes' gallagher #tag game #this was an interesting one for picking quotes and stuff

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otomiyaa · 6 months

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Profile Tag Game 💕

Hello - Lol hi I'm Ginny and this is a fun something I was about to do on my previous blog, and I remembered it! So I decided to still do it here. It's a random self introduction based on genshin impact character profiles! Maybe even a better fit for me to do it on this new account.

Chat: Tickling - I may have said this before, but I am a very bad tickler. In fact, I can barely remember tickling anyone properly so far in my life. I've done some quick pokes and scribbles, but I just can't go much further than that. Everything I wrote in my fics and hcs is just pure creativity and imagination. Not experience.

When It Rains - I get all cozy when I'm indoors and it's raining, like right now! But when I have to go out, it can make me frown and whine a lot.

When It Snows - I hope I don't fall down... I've got quite a number of experiences already, of slipping and falling in the snow.

Good Night - It's almost 1 AM. I should probably go to sleep. Ah, I'm too wide awake at night these days. And too tired during mornings hahaha.

About Me: Language - I speak Dutch, English, and Japanese and in all languages I sometimes struggle with formality levels at work. Especially when Japanese people call me by my first name without 'san', I am like..!!!! It's always a challenge to find the perfect balance of not being too impolite, and not being too formal and distant. I get the feeling I worry more about language and formality aspects than others.

Something to Share: Subscriptions - I've actually got way too many subscriptions running - Cinema, Spotify, Netflix, HBO Max, Amazon Prime, Disney+, Nintendo Switch Online, and Just Dance+. I kinda pay too much for things I don't always need, but I do need them a little and can't get myself to cancel any, even when they shamelessly increase their prices. Does it make me a money disaster? Hm.

My Hobbies: Journaling - My friends and I all have bullet journals and working on those while chatting and listening to some music is one of the most calming and satisfying things in life for me.

My Troubles - Needing a new laptop so I can play games like The Sims and Honkai Star Rail, but my current laptop isn't so old yet. Also, the Taylor Swift store doesn't ship to the Netherlands, I cry.

Favorite Food - Sushi, bibimbab, spaghetti with meatballs.

Least Favorite Food - Cheese.

About @ticklygiggles - On June 16, 2016, Mia sent me a message on Tumblr, starting a conversation. I messaged her back, and from that moment on we just... talked daily, grew closer and closer, watched anime together, wrote fics together, called and sent voice messages, and last month for the first time we FINALLY were able to play genshin together (Mia made a new acc because we weren't on the same server, huhu dedication girl). We did the Heart Island thing in Mia's world.

About @ragewerthers - We talked about it recently but our friendship started so smoothly and sudden. I was reminded it was because of Ragewerthers getting randomly shadowbanned on Tumblr, as well as our mutual interest in the soccer anime Days, Final Fantasy XV and Minecraft.

Tagging some fellow genshin fans @ticklygiggles @wertzunge @lovelynim @shy-lee-chu @eliankrios @xsezzie @kusuguricafe @fuckparty and ofc anyone else who would like to do it:) Feel free to add more / use other lines or do literal voice-overs! I'll stick to just text hehe.

#tag game #genshin impact #personal #profile tag game #tickling #tickle community

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soaps-mohawk · 3 months

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To hop on previous ask, can only omegas get pregnant? What about female betas like Dr. Keller? If she had a mate- alpha, beta, or omega- who was male, could she feasibly get pregnant? I know there's fics where a/b/o were like a secondary gender so a man who presented as an omega might get pregnant because they have both sets of parts- though i've seen some backlash on that from people calling it transphobic, but that's neither here nor there.... woops, let that train get away from me XD anyway, i would be curious to hear your take and/or how that might work in your version, or even just your version in this particular fic. Are Betas basically seen as the enders of family lines? Oh oh! And how does the passing on of family lines work? Is it strictly patriarchal where the sons' names are always taken by the bride or is it the alphas, male or female, who "continue" the family line? I'm thinking about Mulan 2 where because she was the only child, all of her ancestors would no longer be honored because she'd have to go to her husband's ancestors after the marriage (meaning Mushu would be out of his guardian job- again- which of course leads to highjinks of him trying to break them up before the wedding, and here i am getting distracted again...)

Sorry for the long and rambly ask. Hope you're doing well, or at least taking time to recover if things aren't going as well as they could be. Remember, you are important, and you don't have to "earn" rest, nor do you have to have anything "bad" happen to earn it either. Idk if i said that right, but i'm gonna stop 'cause this ask is too long already XD

<3<3 - crow anon

Alphas, betas, and omegas can get pregnant! It's just omegas that are only fertile during their heat cycle, but they can get impregnated by alpha, beta, or even another omega during that time. Alphas and betas are more like us regular humans, as they can get pregnant at any point and don't rely on a heat/rut cycle for fertility. Though the standard pairing is alpha/omega (and that's what gives the status of purebred for alphas and omegas that have that parentage), as we've seen in the fic there can be alpha/beta pairings (Price's parents), or beta/beta pairings (Gaz's parents), and like in the last ask, in a larger pack you might have beta/omega or even omega/omega pairings.

Things like adoption, fostering, surrogacy, and (for the rich) IU and IVF, still exist in the world of the fic. Let's take Laswell and her wife for example. They're both betas and if they decided they wanted a pup at some point, they could go a lot of routes like adoption or IU or surrogacy. With the IU/surrogacy options, they'd have a choice of an alpha or beta donor (if they cared about the potential presentation of their pup later on, which I don't think they really would.)

And I know someone is going to ask, if the omega has male anatomy, and the alpha has female anatomy, the omega will be the one impregnating the alpha. Male omegas still go through heat cycles, but it's more like a male alpha's rut, and they're still only fertile during the heat cycle and could only impregnate their alpha during that time. The male omega will still feel the intense instincts to care for the pup, even if they themselves didn't birth the pup. Same with adoption at any age (I think I did talk about this at one point), omegas will develop those intense instincts to care for pups that aren't their own. Even from outside a pack.

As far as family line goes, that's a bit trickier. It really depends on the type of pack. The more normal, small pack with just two people would be closer to what we'd expect from a marriage in our world. In traditional alpha/omega packs, the omega would take the name of the alpha, and that's probably the case in most alpha/beta packs too. Beta/beta packs it would probably be whichever has the cooler name lmaoo, or they might just keep their own names. It's kind of just up to personal preference.

In larger packs though, obviously you've got multiple people with multiple names and they're not just all going to take the pack alpha's name (as we see with the pack in the fic, they don't all have Price's name). Some might choose to do so, for many different reasons, but it's less expected of them versus like in a traditional pack. Omegas might, simply to show off status/claiming. There wouldn't really be any benefit to it, like they wouldn't suddenly have rights because they're mated to an alpha or part of a pack. Just like in marriages in our world, it's a simple paper that shows proof of claiming and then if the parties change their names/etc that's entirely up to them.

I hope this makes sense lol I could write a whole novel about this stuff lol.

#thank you crow anon #today is my long day so i'm really looking forward to that #that's sarcasm btw #answered #crcb lore

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Flight Lieutenants | Alejandro Vargas x trans!m!reader

anonymous asked: Hi, it's me again. I wanted to say all the requests I've sent so far were amazingly written and I enjoyed them quite alot. So I wanted to request two more prompts.

The first idea I had was for alejandro vargas x pakistani!ftm reader where reader is again a pilot and after a round in the air as he gets off the jet and removes his helmet (he has medium long hair) and alejandro is talking to someone but stops as he looks at reader with the prompt "Stop ogling your boyfriend for two minutes"

Again if you don't feel comfortable doing it then its cool :)

-🦝

summary: Alejandro doesn't mind hanging around with other pilots while he's waiting for you to come back, in fact, he's more than happy to do so.

tws: swearing, mentions of cigarettes

The smell of cigarettes, coffee and vape filled the large office as Alejandro sat talking with the Pakistani Air Force pilots who had yet to have their training exercises or to be sent out; dinner was only an hour ago, and although Alejandro did appreciate the fact that they often had homemade meals, today was takeaway, and he couldn't quite bring himself to indulge. All the time he had spent on the road lately with the Los Vaqueros, he didn't quite fancy the same thing again. He had struck up a conversation with one pilot after complimenting her Hijab, as the colours were simply amazing and he wanted to know how she kept them so vibrant when they were washed, occasionally looking at the clock.

An hour, and his boyfriend would be back from his flight with the Americans, and Alejandro had a feeling that you wouldn't exactly by in the best of moods; he smiled at the thought, and when the other pilot, Ansharah, noticed, she tilted her head to the side, and cocked a brow.

"You okay, Colonel?"

Alejandro nodded, chewing at the inside of his lip. "Flight Lieutenant (y/n)'s gonna be home soon, that's all... he won't be in a good mood."

"No, he won't," she chuckled, tugging on her coat and making sure that the zip didn't snag her Hijab. "He's like my wife - never in a good mood after being with them."

He followed in her steps as he hummed. "What does your wife do?"

"She's a Colonel, too," Ansharah explained as she lead Alejandro outside, "she got promoted shortly after our nikkah."

He nodded, wondering if he had ever met with a Colonel Iqbal, but while the name did ring a bell or two, he couldn't ever remember meeting her; he probably heard Laswell or Price talking about her at one point or another. "We haven't discussed a nikkah yet."

Ansharah shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she watched the skies, keen to watch out for them. "Took us three years to actually go through with it, we actually ended up doing it after we adopted our dog."

He chuckled softly. Maybe you weren't doing so bad, after all, as you hadn't quite gotten to three years of debating a nikkah quite yet; although then again, you had yet to even have that conversation, and Alejandro wasn't about to push for it, either. He was content to just be your boyfriend, to just be there for you and with you whenever he could; sure, some people had some awful bullshit to spew about you being trans, but Alejandro never allowed them to get away with it - he never allowed anyone to even look at you the wrong way. You were his boyfriend, and although he had more than enough confidence that you would and could handle yourself, he still never missed an opportunity to stand up for you and to protect you when and where he could.

Ansharah kept talking to him, though, and he was thankful for the company, especially thankful for someone who understood what it was like to debate bringing up something as important as a nikkah; he asked her for advice on it, asked if she would be able to help him find the right outfit when the time came, and she was more than happy to offer her assistance. Alejandro was relieved, to say the least. Flight Lieutenant Iqbal knew what she was talking about, and he was more than ready to listen eagerly to what she had to say; his only regret was that he didn't bring a notepad and pen in order to take notes, but he knew that he could always come back and ask again if he needed to.

Turning his gaze to the skies, Alejandro smiled, nudging Ansharah in the side gently as he pointed up at the plane that was nearing the landing strip; the Chengdu J-7 looked in good condition at least, its blue and blue-grey paint showed beautifully in the winter light, and although he could not see it, Alejandro could guarantee that the white and green circles on the upside of the wings were probably not even kissed by the smallest speck of dirt either. You took good care of your plane, he knew that, and he supposed that you kind of had to; a pilot was only ever as good as his aircraft, and the better you looked after that plane, the better it could get the job done.

"You're so proud of him," Ansharah smiled. "Are you sure you're not a hundred percent about having a nikkah?"

Alejandro shoved his hands in his pockets as he shrugged, chewing at the inside of his cheek for a second, his gaze never leaving the plane. "It's something I want to talk to him about... if he doesn't want to be married, then I can live that."

She hummed, turning her gaze to the skies. "Y'know, he talks about you all the time."

"He does?"

"He does," she admitted with a nod. "It's nice to see that me and Salome aren't the only ones who annoy everyone by talking about our partners."

The plane landed, and the very second that you started to climb out, Alejandro lost all focus in everything else; biting his lip as he watched you take off your helmet, shaking your head and scratching your forehead as you grumbled and tried to itch away the sweat that had built up. He could feel his heart racing, pounding as he watched you, big brown eyes focused solely on you as his jaw fell slack, the tips of his ears feeling like they were close to flames as his hands trembled a little and his knees went a bit weak; all the years you had been together, everything that you had been through, but every time that Alejandro saw you, it was like he was falling in love all over again. His breath hitched, and he nearly stumbled when you waved over at him.

"Mi amor..."

Ansharah laughed, shaking her head as she put her hand between his shoulders to keep him steady. "Stop ogling your boyfriend for two minutes and maybe you won't lose balance, Colonel."

He grumbled, not taking his eyes off of you, not until you started to run towards him; he knew what was coming, and took a step back as he opened his arms. He still grunted when you slammed into him, your arms around his waist as you hugged him tightly and dared to steal a quick kiss. "Jaanu..."

"Amor," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and peppering your face in little kisses. "Mi rey... you're in a good mood."

"We beat them," you grinned. "Everything they did, we did it ten times better - I don't think they'll be challenging us any time soon."

Alejandro laughed loudly, daring to steal another kiss. "That's my boy."

You chuckled softly, pulling away and looking into his eyes for a moment as you grinned. "You happy to see me?"

"Very," he nodded. "I told you I'd wait for you here."

"Chikna, I didn't doubt you for a second," you said quietly, keeping an arm around his side as you turned to stand at his side, grinning and waving at your fellow Flight Lieutenant. "Iqbal, has he been behaving?"

"Yes, Sir," she nodded with a grin. "He's been really good today."

"Good," you put your other hand on Alejandro's chest. "Wanna go out tonight?"

"Sure," Alejandro shrugged. "Whatever you wish, mi rey."

Still, Alejandro couldn't take his eyes off of you, hardly able to shake the feeling that every single time he stole a glance or a gaze, he just fell head over heels all over again, and maybe, just maybe, a night out would be the perfect opportunity for him to finally bring up a nikkah. Maybe, if he could take his eyes off of you for more than just a few seconds.

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thanks @tildeathiwillwrite for suggesting scene 4 on my previous post! this is possibly going to be the longest scene of the lot, but for simplicity, and my own sanity, i'll share the start of it that i've written so far!

“Might as well try things this way first,” Fenley reached to re-lace his boots, “And, Edeva?” “Yes?” There was something in the way he said her name that made cautious prickles rise along her skin. “Do us both a favour won’t you? Do try not to get eaten.” “Fenley- What? That isn’t the-” Fenley roughly shoved her from the branch. She toppled down from the tree, her feet hit the ground for only a moment before the rest of her followed, knocking her down into a painful, unprepared, and utterly ungraceful roll against the cracked mud, all life leeched from its soil - she felt a similar way herself as she came to a stop and breathed out the rest of her sentence. “-Plan.” Her shoulder ached, she reached to touch it and drew away sharply, instead gripping her forearm to steady the shoulder in its joint. She looked to the tree, all too prepared to have words with Fenley but the branch was empty. Fenley had gone. Does that surprise me? No, I suppose it doesn’t. She eyed her shoulder warily. I’m hoping its nothing more than bruised because what urges respect from violent creatures quite like the words of someone who looks as though she’s been beaten beyond relief? Fenley’s words taunted her with every step she made, every movement that brought her closer to her destination - the camp of the species with a centuries-old vendetta against her kind, of all the places she could have possibly chosen to go this was the least sensible, and chances were incredibly likely that she would in fact be eaten. Although, the more I think about it the less I’d like to die in such a way - I’d rather ensure I stay alive and find Fenley, beat some sense into him and feed him to these things - let’s see how he likes it. Peace always came at a price. Perhaps Fenley would be a worthy sacrifice. Perhaps she could pull this off after all. End one feud, save lives. Rid myself of Fenley, stop the endless torrent of insults he sends my way. Tempting, oh so tempting.

~ Ruin's Reprisal

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a-bit-too-much-of-a-zelda-fan · 11 months

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Ableism in the Pricing of Higher Education

I have one more semester of college left, god permitting. Because of the ways my disabilities (ADHD, Autism, and Bipolar Disorder) impede my learning and my productivity, I have had to work so hard to get even mediocre results in college. And I've had to take on so much more debt. Despite it all, I'm going to make it through, and I'm damn PROUD of it. But let's talk about it, because this system is fucking broken and I'm fucking angry about it.

This gets pretty long after the cut, so TL;DR:

Universal public college tuition and student loan debt forgiveness are not just economic issues. They are disability issues, and we need to fight for them like it.

The pricing scheme at my university functions probably not unlike most higher education institutions. Any student who takes three or fewer courses a semester pays à la carte. A set amount for each class. Any student who takes four or more courses a semester pays the same flat rate. The more courses you take, the farther your money goes.

This is broken and it's insane that this is the standard. Of the eight semesters I've completed, I only tried taking the "standard" five courses twice. Both times, I had to withdraw from at least one of them because the workload was too heavy. My brain just isn't wired in a way that can handle that much work and mental bandwidth. My attention span only goes so far, and it gets even worse if my meds aren't just right.

So every other semester, I've taken four courses. The minimum to be considered a full-time student and to pay the flat rate. Each semester, I've raked in a maximum of 12 credits. I say maximum because there have even been four-course semesters that I've had to withdraw from one just to pass the other three. Meanwhile, the assumption is that neurotypical people take five courses a semester.

My university, like pretty much every one in the US, requires 120 credits to graduate with a Bachelor's degree. At 3 credits per course (generally), that's 40 courses. A neurotypical person taking 5 each semester can graduate in 8 semesters, or 4 years. At that same pace, that sets someone like me at graduating in 5 years. Now I'm an laden with an extra year's worth of debt compared to them.

That all assumes I pass all my classes every time, which sometimes, I just fucking can't because my brain is crosswired for what they want it to do. I'm hopefully going to manage to graduate in 9 semesters. How? Well I went into college with 15 credits from dual enrollment in high school (that we paid for out of pocket). That gave me the wiggle room to only take 4 courses each semester. But with my performance, there are still gaps.

I've needed to take two summer courses, which each cost me about $1,300. I'm currently earning 3 credits doing study abroad, which I do admit is an expensive way of going about getting credits, but the program alone (without airfare and living expenses) was about $5,000. Without these "extra" credits, I wouldn't nearly be able to graduate when I will be.

All the while, some neurotypical people are out here taking five or even six classes and paying the exact same rate that I am. They're graduating earlier and not going into as much debt, what, because they happen to have the brains that this pricing scheme favors?

This isn't even considering jobs. Other students are able to balance having a job and taking a full course load. Graduating faster, paying less, and actively earning money to offset the cost more. I'm not going to pretend it's easy for all of them. No way. That's a stressful way to live, but the point is that they can live that way. I can't. I just can't.

I'm going to name my privilege because it's a big one here. My family is decently wealthy. As long as I can remember, we've been able to live comfortably. Financial aid agreed, apparently, because even after the loans I'm allowed, we still pay about $9,000 out of pocket every semester. Put that up against someone in my same financial situation but with a brain that works the way the college thinks it should. That's another $18,000 my family is on the hook for compared to them, all for the same degree. It's bullshit.

But if someone with a brain like mine isn't as fortunate financially as I am, where the fuck are they gonna get that extra money? My family paid for my summer courses and study abroad out of pocket. Where is that less privileged student getting that fucking money? A job? Yeah right, they can barely stay off academic probation from poor grades, like me. What part of this is fair? It's not fair to me, and it's certainly not fair to anyone less wealthy than me.

The short term solution is so obvious it hurts. Create a separate pricing plan that costs the same, but just takes longer. Have me pay less per semester than someone taking 5 courses, and in exchange, prohibit me from taking more than 4. They are using more resources than me, so in the capitalist mindset, they ought to pay more than me.

Fuck the capitalist mindset, though. Fuck everything about college costing money. What the hell? I go to a public, state-funded university and I'm still tens of thousands of dollars in debt? And my parents have just that much less money in their retirement accounts? Financially at least, I have it fucking easy. My family can tank the costs. We can take out a home equity loan because we can afford our own house in this economy. Not everyone can.

Fuck it. This is inhumane. Education is a society's greatest asset. When people are allowed to achieve their ambitions and succeed in life, the economy performs better. Standards of living go up. Democracies become healthier. Most importantly, the people are happier. Because what's more important than being happy and healthy?

So when education is locked behind a fucking paywall, who wins? Not the students, and not society. Taking financial privilege out of it, the worst losers are people like me. People whose minds just can't work in a way that lets us take 5 courses and a part time job at the same time. We are fucking losing. We are losing money and we are losing time in our lives. All this debt sets back our savings, our investments, our stability to start our own families.

Universal public college tuition and student loan debt forgiveness are not just economic issues. They are disability issues. People like me are paying a price that neurotypical people don't have to, and it doesn't have to be that way. There are ways that we can make it better for us, and there are ways that we can make it better for everyone. So let's fucking do them, alright?

That means voting for the people that will put those policies in place. That means protesting when they don't. That means walking out of class and protesting ableist school administrations. That means being an active citizen in our democracy. If we need to fight to get the things that we need to thrive, then we are gonna have to give one hell of a fight.

#(ableism) tw #higher education #disability pride month #ableism #adhd #autism #mental health #disability pride #No zelda today guys #got angry and needed to vent

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 20 days

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WIBTA for using my cousin's weed habit to convince my dad to let me go live on my own, making him pay higher rent? Hi so this is kind of a silly idea i had but wanted to see if it would be assholeish. Also it is not the only way out or anything, just a bit of a thought experiment. So i (24x) moved from mexico to the usa for grad school (2 years). For this first year i've been living with my cousin A (23F), A's college friend B (23F) and A's childhood/family friend, C (25F). Now they're lovely and really fun roommates, but honestly not very good to live with on an everyday basis. B and A are really messy (leave everything lying around - dirty plates, clothes, trash, you name it), and none of them are very clean. Other than them occasionally wiping the kitchen counters, emptying the dishwasher, or taking out the trash, i've done all the cleaning so far on my own (kitchen, 2 bathrooms, living room, hallways). I've made my frustration pretty clear (and even gone on strike lol, but i can't deal w a dirty toilet for more then 2 weeks), but nothing changes!! At this point i'm really fed up, and want to move elsewhere next year, preferably to live on my own. The problem is that we live in san francisco, and rent is... well, it's pretty expensive. Sorry californians you really got it rough. However, i've looked into the university's accommodation for grad students and it could be an option. I would be paying about $250 per month more than right now, but i would save on utilities (about $40 per month). The thing is, my dad is the one whose been paying for my living expenses ever since i went back to school. We used to have a rocky relationship (he was really frustrated with me not meeting his expectations; coming out as a homo, being a leftist, doing some weed as a teen...) and i think he sees this as 'making it up to me'. I really appreciate the way he has been trying to fix out relationship, and i'm obviously extremely thankful for the economic support. So i feel really guilty asking for more than he is giving me. Here is where my plan comes in -- my dad haaates drugs, and my cousin A has a pretty intense weed habit. WIBTA to complain about it ('waa the house smells like weed, theyre blazing it all day every day') to my dad, in order to convince him that me moving to the grad dorms is a good idea? EXTRA INFO: Would my cousin get in trouble? - not really i think. Its legal, and her parents are aware of her indulgences (i dont think they're happy with the amount she smokes, but they're pretty chill). I worry that if i complain to my dad, he would tell his sister (A's mom) and make it a huge deal, but as I said A's parents are pretty tolerant, and know of her 'addiction' anyway. Don't i have any money of my own? - not anymore lol, at least not enough to pay californian rent. I'm getting a job over the summer, but with visa restrictions (half time) i doubt i would make enough to make a difference. Working during term time is not possible for me (personal limitations). Also the increase in price would not bleed my dad dry or anything. Can't i just sort it out w my roommates? - they've proven to be admirably immovable objects on the cleaning issue. I mean, i can tough ot out, but at this point it's also the spirit of the thing that is pissing me off so much, rather than the cleaning itself. Do they just dont care?? T-T Do i have to 'manipulate' my dad? - um idk. It's definitely the easy (perhaps cowardly) way, but that's why i want to see if its too assholeish. Thanks for reading! Lay it on me

#aita #am i the asshole

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(not original, but very non-canon)

AITA for being kind to someone when we ruined each others' lives?

This is quite the long story. Please do bear with me.

Several years ago, I (now 32 M) found myself in an unfortunate situation. The exact details aren't important, but in short, I was robbed. A success which was rightfully mine was wrenched from my grasp for no reason whatsoever. Instead of me, the opportunity was given to an idiotic fool (now 33 M) who relies on luck to push his way through life. Henceforth, we will refer to this imbecile as W. The man was doing far too well. He saw success after success after success despite his shortsightedness; despite how little he tried. I'd known of him before, and he had always irritated me. And now, the bumbling buffoon had taken something from me.

So, I did something about it. I won't bore you with the details, but think of it as something akin to fabricating a malpractice incident. To secure my reputation; nothing more, nothing less. Losing his position effected him immensely, for he devoted himself to little else. However, it wasn't as though his life was over. He got plenty of wonderful things out of it. He adopted a wonderful daughter as a result of the situation, whom he loves more than anything. He still had his friends. He still had himself. He still had the people he did all he did for. And of course, he had me.

In a move originally meant to keep him close, I struck up a friendship of sorts with W. It went swimmingly. I visited him at his job. He helped me out here and there. I gave him advice. He gave me a listening ear. I helped him financially. He helped me by giving me company. I found myself greatly enjoying his presence, in my own way. I did nothing but be kind to the man. I was everything he could have possibly wanted in the situation.

A fascinating man, W is. At least, this is what I believed at the time. The longer I spend around him, the more my feelings began to change. From fury, disgust, disdain, to something... more. Something I do not believe I've felt before or since. At first, it frightened me. Almost made me hate him, for whatever he did to make me feel such a way. However, I soon realized that this was nothing bad. Indeed, it stands to reason that those who love would want nothing less than happiness for the object of their affections. And who, pray tell, was making W happy? Me. His friends showed a startling lack of support (or at least, he failed to tell them of the extent of his situation), and his former infatuation was off gallivanting across continents, leaving him completely alone.

I was there for him. I offered my unconditional support. To no surprise of mine, he picked up on how I felt. Shortly after, we began a relationship. This relationship lasted for multiple years, and both of us were plenty happy. At least, I assumed that was the point we would end up at. However, W insisted on ruining it all.

W got me convicted for murder. All those years, he'd been lying in wait. Searching for whoever had ended his career, looking for evidence that would prove his innocence. And when I attempted to secure my safety, I paid the price. Even when I was already in jail, he turned my former employee against me to convict me again. It seems he hates me, now, though I fail to understand why. He was the liar, HE was the one who pretended to be something he was not.

Just the other day, he visited me for the first time since my second incarceration, on my request. I simply wished to see him. I wished to know how he was doing. Not well, to put it bluntly. Though his name has been cleared in favor of sullying mine, he's had trouble adjusting to his life again. Quite simply, he's not doing well without me. I said as much, and he screamed in my face. Hurling out such accusations as stalking him, manipulating him, taking advantage of his situation. As though I would ever do such a thing. Perhaps I silenced a few people who knew exactly what I'd done, but I was under the impression that he was not among them. Not once did I force W to do anything he did not want to do. He only ever made the decisions that were best for him, and his best option was always me. I cared for him, supported him, stood by him when no one else would. He could have plenty happy remaining disgraced, with me. Yet, he refused to do so. Now he is the one suffering for it. Now I am the one who is miserable, because I have no idea how much he knew, or for how long, or how much of who he is was a lie.

Yes, perhaps I caused W's downward spiral, but it was just business. After that, I only improved his life. I gave him everything he could have asked for. I did not ruin his life; I only gave him a new one. I did not make things worse, only changed them. How, then, have I done anything wrong? How, then, am I the proverbial "asshole" in this situation? I was merely looking out for the both of us.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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Introducing My Lioden Pride!

I thought I should do a post like my Wolvden Pack intro post sooo, here's a post introducing all the lions i have in Lioden currently!

Despite the fact that you cant name your Pride in Lioden, just kno that the Pride's name is "The Flowering Pride" bec I think it fits!!!

For those who want to know who I am on Lioden: My King's name is "ManzanitaFlower" and my player name is ClownCryptids ! my user number is #428617

Some basic info on how I've been playing so far:

Ive decided on a flowers and plants theme for my lions' names, I like the idea that Kings and males have tree names and Lionesses have mostly flower names with a few other plants mixed in! Also I think it would be fun for all kings to get "Flower" added to the end of their names when they become king!

Like in Wolvden, I don't really care about how "rare" a lion's genetics are, I just like the ones that are pretty! Though Lioden has some pretty cool mutations sooo, I will probably be going after some pretty rare lions :P

Now onto the Lions!

This is the king I chose, I liked his red the most, he's very boring tho... But I finally got that male I really wanted and he's the heir now!

He's Malicious bec I always choose to fight ppl... In my defense I need the exp and money.

Here's the Heir!

Mangrove! A Primal and very cool lookin!! I love his mane color!!! Im also very happy I found a Primal male at such an affordable price!!

Onto the Lionesses!

This is Fuchsia! Her spots are so pretty!

And these three are Amaryllis, Orchid and Dahlia! SO Beautifull!!

Fuchsia, Amaryllis, Orchid and Dahlia were gifts from @copperskies <333

This is my first lioness Foxglove... I will probably eventually get rid of her but she's at a pretty good level now soooo Im keeping her for now :P

This is Hyacinth! I bought her for an affordable price when I needed more lionesses! She's quite pretty too! She is also watching over my son <3 (should I name my little Serval son? if so what should his name be?? I kno he's just décor but I love himb)

Next up we have Honeysuckle! Beautiful Primal lady! who was gifted to me by @fen-of-fools <3

And last but not least is Dymondia! she has such cool markings!! and she was a gift from @gay-noodle-clan !

Yall are really showering me in gifts wth ... you are so nice T-T

Now onto the teens!

These are the sisters Nemesia and Iris, they are so gourgous!!! I bought them along with a male in the same trade, I sold the male for more space tho... still a bit salty abt that tho bec I forgot to take off his decor before selling him T-T

Also their trade was only 85 SB???? what was up with that?? are they really only worth that much? They r so pretty!!

Also also my albino serval hanging with Nemi <3 should I name my serval to?? (ps. he was also a gift! from @iamearthy !)

aaand Moss and Carnation! these two are cubs I got from the Giving Tree! I really love Moss.. she's evil and I really want to have a evil pose for her one day...

This is my only cub, Thyme (other than the one Foxglove had but im selling that as fodder lol), I also got her from the Giving Tree!

here's her as an adult to show off her markings a bit better! (she kinda reminds me of my Brindleface design hehe)

#This doubles as a thank u post to all the ppl who have gifted me things on lioden !#Yall are amazing!!!#cryptid plays lioden #lioden

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Stained Glass Shadows

AN // So, this is literally the first thing I've posted on tumblr in ages, is mostly unedited and literally my only knowledge of MW2 is through fandom, so I apologize if anything is a bit wonky. I mainly did this as an exercise in getting back into writing, so feel free to leave comments/criticism/etc. I hope you enjoy! :)

TW: Blood, Mention of Severe Injury

She’d have to remember to thank whoever decided it was common practice to leave church doors unlocked. Despite the smell of old hymnals and decades old carpet, it was dry. And empty, at least for the most part. Her partner was up in the wings, silently watching for anything following in her wake. Did Soap make it here yet? Eyes and hands steady, silent. Her steps are heavy, uneven. Dully thudding against worn carpet before she all but collapses against the side of a nearby pew. Pain blooms below her ribs as she pulls a hand out from underneath her vest. Tacky and slick with blood, she fumbles with the switch on her comms unit.

“G-ghost? How copy?” She coughs out his name, wincing as she tries to push herself up against the side of the pew before abandoning the effort.

There’s a beat of silence before he replies, “Here, Sparrow. All clear on my end.”

She coughs out a laugh, “Got here at least. Think they pinged me, ‘least what it feels like. Might just sit here for a bit, that’s alright with you Lt.?” She drops a hand to the carpet, damp with blood that blends with the deep maroon shag. She hears a thud somewhere distant as he drops from his position, is he really that far away? Everything blurs and sways as Ghost makes his way towards her, footfalls coming faster. Crosses on the sides of pews blurring into rectangles. Stained glass becoming a mess of colors in the moonlight. There’s a distinct smear of red across his mask, broken by deep brown eyes.

“Shit sparrow, that’s more than a fuckin’ ping!” He lifts her tac vest slightly, seeing the clear tear across a blood smeared abdomen. She all but shatters under the pressure of his hands, biting back a yowl and writhing before a second hand steadies on her shoulder.

Cold. She’s so cold. Still she tries to sputter out a laugh, blood dotting her lower lip and copper in her mouth, “Si-,” she coughs, a rattle deep in her chest “ hurts like a bitch, Just wan’ it t’ stop fucking hurting” Since when were there two of him? She hears his voice over comms, muffled and distant despite his closeness. Who was he talking to? Price? Soap? Shit, Soap.

She misses the wet panic edging his voice as he presses down harder, a new surge of blood wetting his gloves and the carpet. “Gonna patch you up soon, jus’ hold on for me, yeah? You gotta hold on, lovie.”

Black spots her vision as she sobs, “Tryin’ to Si, swear ‘m trying. Hurts so goddamn bad. Please Simon, fuck- can’t feel you,” another sob, “please don’t let me go.” She hears the doors to the church open again. Heavy steps rushing towards her. Soap asking what happened. Ghost snapping as he applies more pressure, always more pressure. Her bloody hand rests towards his shoulder, stained nails biting into his bicep, other hand covering his own. With a shuddering breath, her vision fades completely and for a brief moment, she swears she can hear the angels singing.

He’s there when she comes to, blood stained gloves draped over the end of the hospital bed, stark against sterile white hospital sheets. Arms crossed over his chest as he stares up at the blank tile ceiling. She shifts up onto the pillows a bit and bites back a groan through her teeth. Why is everything so bright?

“Didn’t know I was worth waiting for,” her voice is low, hoarse. Mouth dry with one of the worst cases of cotton mouth she thinks she’s ever had. Where is everyone? His head snaps down, eyes bloodshot and puffy. He’s not wearing the balaclava. Opting for a simple black mask and cap in the privacy of the hospital room. They must be back home. A low, withering sigh escapes his lips as he drops her gaze almost immediately.

“Thought I’d- we’d lost you, lovie.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easy, Si,” she pauses, questions dancing on the tip of her tongue, “How long was I out?”

“Couple of days,” he swallows thickly before continuing, “ya lost alot of blood before we could get you back.” He pauses, choosing his next words carefully, “Bullet did more damage than they thought at first.”

It’s then she sees just how large the bandage is spanning her torso. Running down from under her ribs to the middle of her abdomen.

Oh.

Silence spans the length between conversation, straddling the line between awkward and comfortable before he finally moves, leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers.

He’s the one to break the silence, words hardly a whisper against her cheek, “So damn sorry, lovie. Shoulda had a better eye on you.”

Carefully, she wraps an arm around his neck, pulling his mask down and pressing a tender kiss on his lips. “It’s not your fault, Simon. Nothin’ you could’ve done, they got me in a blind spot. Not your fault.” A gentle hand rests on his cheek, thumb stroking light circles on a scarred cheekbone. Stubble prickling the palm of her hand, he hasn’t shaved since before the mission. Hasn’t been home since before it happened.

His head drops to her shoulder after a moment, breath fanning against her neck as he’s hunched awkwardly over the bedside. Hand resting lightly over her bandaged side. “Love you so much, darlin’. So much.” The words are barely a whisper, cracking when they leave his lips, as if he speaks too loud or too fast, she’d break. She swears for a moment that she feels tears in the crook of her neck, warm and damp as they pool at the neck of the hospital gown.

Pulling him even closer, she cards her fingers through short blonde hair. “I love you too, Si. Always.”

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It’s three months before she’s cleared for duty because of the wound itself, scar still pink and spanning, stretching as she tries to maintain some semblance of normalcy while sequestered at home. Its eight more weeks when she’s told she needs a shrink before she can go back to full duty, twice a week for eight weeks with homework. It’s a routine, she adapts. She learns to ignore the dull ache that happens a couple weeks out of each month, worsening when it rains. Learns to ignore the way she can’t stretch as well on that side anymore.

Sometimes it haunts her.

She wakes in a cold sweat. Swearing that her shaking hands are covered in crimson. That the motifs of stained glass are laughing in cold moonlight as she slips and grasps at green khaki.

#simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley #tw blo0d #tw injury #drabble

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